Archive for July, 2014

This has now gone beyond all reason & logic. Let me explain. [pause] No, there is too much. Let me sum up*. Wife & I found a house we liked. To get the price we wanted the sellers wanted to do a quick closing. This meant buying that house before ours sold. In order to do that, we had to get a bridge loan on our current house to cover part of the estimated equity so we could put 20% down on the new place with reserves to fix the kitchen. This meant running the risk of having 3...

Down the road from us are a few duplexes whose clientele provide ample reasons to judge them by the stereotypical ‘wrong side of the tracks’ persona. We have friends who live in our sister neighborhood which is within spitting distance of the duplexes and the other night they were live-posting on Facebook about an argument that was going on which eventually ended in gunfire. According to our friend, she heard the gunshots and then someone screaming that he had been shot. The popo were called...

Yesterday was a rough day for my family, but as I look at it, I realize the only really bad thing is that I’m out a chunk of cash. My wife & children are happy, healthy, well fed, clothed, sheltered, and secure – thus, I am living the real American dream. In fact, what happened was that we missed the chance to extend our luxury. The house was much larger, had a pool, and a waterfront view – nothing we need to live. Instead of that, we got a new(er) car. Talk about First World Problems. As...

All the stress, all the worries, all the money put into moving into the new house is now over. The wife’s car decided to blow a cylinder and is, for all intents and purposes, totaled. We are no longer getting the house. I’ve cancelled the loans, we’ve lost our escrow and all the money we’ve put into inspections & appraisals, various fees & whatnot, which all added up to a considerable amount. Too bad, so sad. My problem to deal with, not the government’s responsibility to bail me out,...

I’m still busy as hell. Work. Moving. Wife’s car died & is getting fixed. Etc. So I needed to blog something yesterday just to fill in some space and let everyone know I’m still alive. I didn’t think about what would happen if I said “I can’t afford a friggin’ book!” Suddenly, I have the book. And many offers of other books. And more people willing to send me books. So, thank you all, it’s very much appreciated although that wasn’t my goal at all. Book has been acquired (thank you Mr....

Because we’re in the process of buying the new house AND selling our current one, I’m broke. Brokity broke broke broke. Every dollar has to be stretched to cover the move and pad the safety net for the unforseens. The Mrs’ car is currently sitting at the mechanic’s and who knows how much that’s going to cost (I’m voting for ‘clogged fuel filter’ as that’s exactly how the car is acting, but a 2002 Liberty is known for being a PITA when it comes to replacing them). Thus, I haven’t had the $ to...

Apparently the Doc’s classification in USPSA. Now, I want you to think about this part – if the anti’s had their way, the doctor would not have been legally allowed to carry a gun. Being law abiding, he probably wouldn’t have. Señor Crazypants however doesn’t care about things like ‘laws’ and thus procured a gun and walked through multiple layers of “do not do this”. How did he get the gun? Who cares? There are hundreds of millions of them already in circulation, preventing people from buying...

Because every law on the books, when broken, is punishable by death. Force is the final answer to everything, like it or not. When you task the gov’t to uphold laws, you are in essence saying “And when someone refuses to do this, continue using force until they comply”. Hence, when someone is selling cigarettes that aren’t taxed, cops will put them in a choke hold and murder them force them to comply. Cops are told by society that they are the teeth behind the law. Then we continue to make more...

“Remorse is left for the next generation, they'll have the leisure for it.” Go. Read. This. Seriously. It covers so many possible thought processes with so many quotables that I cannot even begin to do it justice. The only thing I can say is that it explains why I have no qualms about using violence to protect myself & my family – primarily because I know, beyond any shadow of a doubt, that violence is our default mode. The guy wanting my TV so bad he’ll break into my house has no...

I love you people, really, but a) this house thing is going to be the death of me and b) the new job is awesome, but I’m so flippin’ busy that I haven’t had much time to write anything here. Any my numbers show it. I’m ok with that though. I do this for my own entertainment and if a few of you get some giggles out of it (or those rare occasions that I say something worth thinking about), then all the better. Thanks for hanging in there. Here’s a short song I started a few days ago when I was...

So, I was texting our Realtor to tell him to cancel the whole thing. He texts me that we’re getting an offer on the house. Then the wife gets the info from the insurance company. Rates are considerably less than we estimated. By like a $1000 a year. So… we may still be moving. I can’t take this much longer. I need some vodka.

Looks like it just fell through. Sellers didn’t disclose the house in a designated AE flood zone. It was designated this just last year, so they never had to pay for flood insurance themselves and thus is probably the reason they didn’t think about it, however it’s still a failure on their part. Quotes for flood insurance have run up to $3000 annually, but without a flood certification (to determine the elevation of the house) they don’t know. If the house is high enough up, the insurance...

Is inspections, appraisals, finances, and also taking on the part of mental health counselor for my wife. We’re on track to move into the new house – mortgages (yes, two of them) are ready to roll, inspections have taken place, appraisal is being scheduled for the new place (already did the appraisal on our current home), and at the same time we’re working feverishly to sell our current place. The “2nd Mortgage” is technically a bridge loan. We’re putting down 20% on the new place using the...

“I prefer to keep the criminals guessing” is not exactly one of them. I hear this a lot. On the surface, it’s logical – with concealed carry, a criminal has to believe that just because he or she cannot see a firearm doesn’t mean there isn’t one there and thus must always assume someone has a gun – and if the argument stopped there, I’d agree completely. The problem is, I see people take it to a most illogical conclusion. The argument has a tendency to move to “If people don’t show their guns,...

Started cleaning our the garage a little yesterday since that’s the one place I can start packing stuff without messing up the inside of the house. Back in the corner, I had a little shelf I built where some tools I rarely used sat, and under it was my box of 7.62x54R which I had been meaning to bring inside for… well, years. I did move a bunch of ammo inside, but left half of the crate out there. Since I rarely shoot the Mosin, I kind of forgot about the box. And now I have about 400 rounds of...

The Interweb Tubing is an interesting place. I’m on Twitter as most of you know, and I blather on in 140 characters or less quite a bit, mostly for my own entertainment. You end up following random people, random people start following you, and before you know it you’re picking our your digital China pattern and setting up a registry on Amazon.com. One of the “somehow we ended up following each other” people I know on Twitter is R.A. Williamson. Not only does he have the best possible first two...

But this was one of the most damned interesting of things I’ve read in a while. This is why I was a Marine and not allowed around things like boats. Marines would only go “Full Speed” and ramming other ships would be considered entertainment.

Your right to keep and bear arms shall not be infringed by the government. A privately owned store can tell you to leave your heater out of their shopping centers all they want. This message brought to you out of necessity since some dipshit is going to get his third chin in a knot and tote his Mosin into Target to show them who doesn’t understand the concept of rights!

As of now, there’s a realtor’s lock-box on our front door. An offer for another house is being made tonight, and if the stars align, we’ll be in a new home and have this one sold at the same time. Wish me luck. The “Freak Out at the Spouse” game has already started and we’ve not even passed “Offer Accepted!”